Long Choppy Hairstyles

hairstyles

A particular way in which a person's hair is cut or arranged

Hairstyles is a title used for international editions of a professional
hairdressing magazine originally published in Barcelona, Spain under the name
Peluquerias . The founder of the magazine is Spanish hairdresser Lluis
Llongueras.

(hairstyle) hairdo: the arrangement of the hair (especially a woman's
hair)

A hairstyle, hairdo, or haircut refers to the styling of head hair. The
fashioning of hair can be considered an aspect of personal grooming, fashion,
and cosmetics, although practical, cultural, and popular considerations also
influence some hairstyles.

choppy

marked by abrupt transitions; "choppy prose"

rough with small waves; "choppy seas"

having many small, rough waves; Discontinuous, intermittent

(of a sea or river) Having many small waves

long

primarily temporal sense; being or indicating a relatively great or greater
than average duration or passage of time or a duration as specified; "a long
life"; "a long boring speech"; "a long time"; "a long friendship"; "a long
game"; "long ago"; "an hour long"

(after a measurement and in questions) Measuring a specified distance from
end to end

(of a journey) Covering a great distance

for an extended time or at a distant time; "a promotion long overdue";
"something long hoped for"; "his name has long been forgotten"; "talked all
night long"; "how long will you be gone?"; "arrived long before he was
expected"; "it is long after your bedtime"

hanker: desire strongly or persistently

Measuring a great distance from end to end

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The Little Black Bottle: Choppy Warburton, the Question of Doping, and the
Deaths of His Bicycle Racers

Accusations of doping in bicycle racing,
whether proven or presumed, are nothing new. Right from the early days of the
sport, the use of "performance enhancers" has been a staple of the sport's rumor
mill. The last two decades of the 19th century were the time when bicycle racing
tracks all over Europe and America attracted huge crowds to watch and bet on the
riders who were at the time literally the fastest men (and some women) on earth.
In this environment, the manager or trainer often had what seemed like total
control over his riders. The most famous, and controversial of these men weas
James Edward "Choppy" Warburton. His "little black bottle" was believed to have
magic powers to restore, or sometimes destroy, the riders under his care. Was
that bottle really filled with a magic potion, laced with doping substances?
This book exposes what is known about Choppy and his riders, several of whom,
like Choppy himself, died a tragic and premature death.

Soldier

Ayr Bosatsu His body came to a rest against the
concrete block, spotting gruber over it. "..Ah, lovely." His hands rested on it,
slowly lifting himself up onto the concrete as he walked over behind her - his
katanas hilt extending a bit to try and press to her back, "Seems like I snuck
up on you this time?" He offered lowly, putting on a butch accent. "DIS IS DA
UAC! PUT UP YO HANDS WOMAN!" Wiebke Gruber: she thunk she heard somethin but her
brain seemed to be mulling on things to come for the most part things that would
well possably end up being not good if she got cought up. and soon feeling that
prick of a katana to her spine she lazed like swirled her head to the side to
give him a side glance while alil smirk triggered on her full lips" Please we
dont sound like that do we " she didnt wait to see if he would perhaps want to
stop her but she lifted her hands over her head and slowly turned around lettin
the blade swirl and perhaps slightly cut at that tissue if she wasnt stoped that
is Ayr Bosatsu His hand pulled the blade away from her slowly, shaking his head.
"Well. Some of you do," he grinned stupidly, shaking his head a bit as he looked
over her. "Und why are you out here alone frau? Out looking for hybrids to slay,
or..perhaps..simply something to pass the time?" His head tilted one way then
the next, offering a shrug to her as he looked past her to the ocean. "I come
here myself sometimes," his hands folded loosely over his chest as he walked
over to her side. Strange that he would act so calmly around such a high ranking
UAC officer. EVen stranger given she had her way with him so recenty in the
ruins. "Nice hairstyle. Suits you." His eyes closed over - feeling the wind
brush in from the ocean over the two. Wiebke Gruber: she paused a moment as he
sliped the blade away from her and desided to well more or less become more
relaxed then most would for the most part around her . she turned as well and
slowly while toned arms crossed over ample chest her posture always seemed to
hold some pride to it tight shoulders back chin high while the blonde choppy
locks dwelled over one of those frosty eyes of hers" to relax.. perhaps its alil
odd maybe .. that i could so adore the sounds of war and yet seek such a
peaceful play when needed to many soliders basicly. and all of them fools. it
makes me sick at times to be around them.. need a break perhaps" she side
glanced him a moment narrowing her eyes while that thought of their moment
seemed to swirl within her mind before snaping to his hair comment and drifted
one hand among the new style" Ja.. let some orphan do it. gave her 10 credits .
she seemed bored and well perhaps i felt just a hint bad for her" Ayr Bosatsu
Kept his eyes on the ocean, listening to her talk. He'd occasionally offer a
glance to her - taking in her posture. So correct, proper. Unlike his own which
was lazy, slack. I guess that was the effect the military had on people - it
tightened the nuts and bolts in the mind and the body followed suit. He had
remembered his military days faintly - stand upright, chin in head up. Shoulders
back. Stand proud. Et cetera. Et cetera. "It's strange," he spoke softly at
first. "You're a soldier. But at the same time you've got that zen-ness in you,
even. I don't know how you manage it. It's so interesting to see such balance -
spirituality in a sense...relaxedness, even..combined with that of a soldiers
mind. So you can break someone in two but even so you need time down. I figured
most soldiers were: '24/7 yes sir, no sir three bags full sir' all the time. I
guess not. Certainly it makes you much more interesting in my eyes." A hand
lifted as he rubbed at his head softly, tugging some of his flattened hair
up>> Ayr Bosatsu into spikes. "..Orphans, huh? you let orphans do that to
your hair? Hell. I woulda put streaks in yer hair for free." Wiebke Gruber: she
let alil smirk tugg at her lips while training her eyes to the ocean" there is a
differnce between me and most these soliders. they had a childhood. they played
they went on dates and school dances. me. Mein Vather had Mutter homeschool me
while he drilled everything he could into my head from age 5 till i was shipped
off. always militry for him and nothing less. My sister... now she was born
weak. you could see it from the moment she poped out my vather said so she now.
has husband 2 childern, when she sat at the table all dolled up at dinner time
chatting with my mutter and vather. i stood plate in hand chin up asking
permission to take each bite heh. i guess once its all you know. you just flow
perhaps . even now im not a fool. granted you did catch me off mein gaurd but
heh im only human " she peered his way as she soon leaned back eyeing his tails
" unlike others who get blessed with nifty hearing and all that " she grunted
outword&